Trapped in the Love of Immigrants

Last Meeting

He smiled there, still standing staring with his innocent while looking at me silly. My smile just evaporated away.

“Still remember me?”

“Dewana!” I chimed in while smiling. He chuckled and walked over to my desk.

“How are you, Keysa?” ask in English while shaking hands.

“Good, Sadeev. And you, what pain?” I asked in a British accent too, as she sat in the front seat of my desk— seats in a patient-specific setting. Yeah, he was Navroy—'s friend when he helped me get a taxi, while he was desperately waiting for his immigrant friend at a Mall.

He chuckles seductively. His body was now relaxed on the red iron chair as both hands folded on his chest and in the glare of his eyes still flirting towards me.

“Don't say you just want to visit me here?”

Her smile together with that slow nod made my assumptions right until this ruddiness echoed in a room not too wide in a wall that was in overall white paint.

“Defana basis!” sumangku smile.

“Really! Because someone who has forgotten his friend, should be given a surprise like this,” he explained that makes me smile widely.

“Know where this hospital is from? I mean, I haven't even told you that I've moved to work here.”

He looked at me for a moment, in his special *** smile. “Navroy!”

I'm aghast. Enough to surprise me. Just hearing that name, made me instantly shut up and the tightness began to feel.

“You okay?” sadeev asked worriedly who was aware of my mood and emotional changes.

Not for this heart!

I nodded, trying to smile, as relaxed as possible.

“You were too good at hiding the wound, so I didn't realize it was a—“

“It's okay, Sadeev, reticent!” he smiled wryly, as soon as I interrupted.

“Good. I'm going to the beach today. You can come if you want,” invite him to try to entertain.

“Thank you, but sorry, today I can't.”

He lowered his head, sighed heavily, then raised his face in the next second a knotty smile.

“But, maybe next time can,” I said quickly trying to smile.

He forced his smile to look fine. “Thank you, Key. But really, you don't have to do that just for me. Everything is fine and I hope you are like that too. The heart is different from the mind, right? Can't be forced, even though in the end there is a painful tip, right, Key?”

I smiled wryly, the bad taste for her just creeping through my nerves. I don't know what he's talking about, but what I definitely feel is that he's a good guy, trying to protect me, even from the pain.

“So, you're the prettiest doctor here, heh?” the distracting question made the look that had lowered his head managed to glance at him, then chuckled along with his sweet smile.

He actually managed to make this atmosphere relax again.

“Because, I see, here the Doctor is all men,” he continued when he saw a questionable gaze towards him. My laughter broke out instantly which rubbed off on him, I just understood the meaning of the joke.

We chatted at length, joked sometimes, and laughed together.

Thank you to a friend like him, God. You present it, at a time when the heart is starting to be fragile and helpless in the sadness of the ridiculous love I always call beautiful.

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At exactly three o'clock in twenty minutes, I just arrived home. Prepare for a moment to jog this afternoon, then go to the place I went after dusk began to show the world.

Jogging Track Area Karebosi. Yup, this is the place I deliberately chose to run freeletic for a moment. Train and launch muscles and blood vessels, especially maintaining stamina and health.

It was five in the afternoon, this place began to be crowded in the visit.

After warming up and having circled half the field for a leisurely walk, my eyes were fixed on the figure there. The person I have missed so much all this time. Yeah, Navroy's over there. That charming Pakistani guy I love so much is here too. He was standing there, right in the workout area. Looks like he's warming up his arm and hand muscles. At first glance, those eyes found me, staring for a moment fixated, then turned towards the two friends who occasionally chatted and smiled.

This gaze occasionally lowered its head, without looking at him as he stepped past it. Shut up without a word, without any greeting from her, from the both of us. Grumpily! For some reason, this mind is so pained in such a crowded subject. Mirisnya, he even seoalh consider me no, ignoring as if he never knew each other, like a stranger. And you know, in this kind of sad silly situation, my mind still tries to pull over to keep thinking positively about her, even still consider this kind of silly relationship, especially her, still the most beautiful.

And in this passage, in the deepest corner of my heart with the void asked, is this as complex as the love I consider beautiful? Should this hurt me to hold only what I call such beautiful love? Sometimes, love is called beautiful, although it is not detected in reason and logic even without realizing it is transformed into a folly. But do you know what, Navroy? Even fooled, for some reason this heart still insists on admitting that it loves you. In fact, there is not the slightest bit of regret, until without me knowing, I was too late to make myself stupid, only for you, yeah only for what I have always called love. Foolish, no? In fact, the more moronic it was because what I realized was, I was getting late enjoying this pain. Pain that never ends and ends until it becomes eternal happiness.

“Hai, are you here too?” the voice that began to be known to my five senses, now made his head.

I showed her a smile as a sign of greeting her back and answering questions for her. He balanced my steps among people who were walking casually and running on this jogging track while adjusting his breathing which still sounded heavy and boring.

“I thought, you didn't work out today.”It was my murmur that made Sadeev smile.

Indeed, he and Navroy both love pull-ups, chalistenic gymnastics or something like that. In this city, among immigrants, there are some of them who are busy doing that on a regular basis, he said for a dull filler of vacancy time. That's what they said, especially Navroy.

“Is everything okay?” asked the man who was still standing next to me, staring with demanding glare.

“Everything is good.” Lightly, then started running after I thought it was enough for a leisurely walk, along with Sadeev's accompaniment that followed.

We ran, through people who were running. Some people who were resting or just looking around, stared at us along this track area.

“Why are they staring at us like that?” my lyrics to Sadeev. His face was covered in sweat.

“Maybe, you blew them away this afternoon.”

“What?”

His chuckle sounded. “Are you? Your beauty fascinated Navroy earlier,” he explained that made my laughter echo.

“Dewana!” my chimps in the laughter. However, whether teasing or joking, but that sentence was enough to make me stunned. In fact, this fleeting glance in the heart was full of questions with disbelief.

“But I admit, you are beautiful,” he continued which made me laugh even more, then shook my head several times, concerned.

We now turn to follow the jogging track area, passing right on the track road adjacent to the north entrance, which is, then exactly one hundred meters on the right turn again to pass the skateboard area on the side along the road, which is not far from the workout and is only limited to iron net fence. His steps were completely swayed to compensate, running next to me while occasionally his breath was heard being set— was hunting.

“So, you work tomorrow—Keysa!” It was Sadeev who restarted our conversation, then suddenly screeched in his last sentence which immediately called my name spontaneously my hand to pull over with him, until the burly body almost stuck to my body.

“You okay?” tanyanya looked at me anxiously at the same time we seemed surprised. In the next second, I realized that the hand was—still— grabbed my hip, as if to protect, after a nod and almost a reassuring whisper seemed and sounded from me.

Just a glance at the figure that almost hit me. It looks like a man, in a grey jacket with a black hat on his head while cycling who has been away from sight. I don't know, but maybe he just accidentally.

A few seconds later, Sadeev pulled me right not far from where we were standing. My confused face instantly faded away, when I found the figure I loved behind the crowd of some people who had partly helped him. Sound overlapping, but not too noisy. In between, I found Navroy's soft voice grimacing in pain as a man tried to help him by massaging his ankles. The handsome face was still looking so charming and trying hard to look stay cool there.

Basic man!

Perhaps, he was embarrassed by some of the girls who had just watched it. The ankle had been so bruised and slightly swollen, it may have been in their sequence and assumption, this immigrant man had a sprain, but I suspect, asumsiku he suffered even more injuries. Navroy threw a strange glance at me, after he spoke to Sadeev and his countrymen, who knew what was being said because they sounded like they were speaking the language of their own country, but the faces were clearly panicked.

I looked anxiously at Navroy, but only turned away with a pain-resistant look. Clearly, the look on the face was holding back with a grain of sweat.

“It looks like he was injured due to too hard training and he said his leg slipped earlier on the iron,” Sadeev told as I looked at him anxiously in an urgent gaze.

I then ran to buy two bottles of wine at the hawkers lined up on the edge of this jogging track, then soon returned to the crowd.

Looks like some of the girls are starting to take care of my lover.

“No need! You don't have to help me!” reject it cold in English that makes me look at him sad, as well as upset.

“Can you stop being selfish this once? Please, I just want to help you, at least for now and see you okay,” my door looked at him, but the hand that used to always hold me and rub his face and hair, he said, now he violently brushed off my hand that was about to start first aid.

“You still want to walk and pull-up, no?” peekiku annoyed looking at him. He was really testing my patience right now who was sad and anxious. And, Navroy's gaze was immediately turned to his friend and chatted with their language, as if holding back the shame that had been so far the crowd who were staring at the two of us sillyly arguing.

Basic sucks!

Without a second thought and waiting for his approval, the bottle of the drink compressed on his leg for a moment, after helping him stretch out his long legs, then after a few minutes, I then started washing his legs to relax the muscles, and then I started washing them, nerves and blood vessels. As I began to check slowly touching around him, he grimaced a little.

“Dostit Daraam, I know you can,” whispered in his country and English which made him feel stunned—stands me for a moment.

Yes, this expression of love about the heart just thrown, it feels like the right sentence to encourage and comfort him.

Navroy. “What is severe?” tanyanya diverted while looking at her feet, in Indonesian.

I scowl and massage it slowly. He was quite grimacing, but while biting his lips in a downed look.

O-oh! Looks like my guess is right! He's been seriously injured.

I tried to move his soles, but he asked to stop in a stifled pain. Looks like he's very sick. Quickly, I opened my jacket, then tore it long, like a bandage. After buying a former skateboard boy who was not far there—who was playing since earlier, I then ended up in two, then, then began to gnaw the man's feet with the cloth of this jacket and skateboard. I know, he looked at me during the treatment, but I also didn't want to bother him by looking at his face even at a glance. Nah! I know, he definitely took that look away. When finished, he was quite relaxed because he did not feel too sick. However, stubborn base, he back workout. But what made me sad, he rejected me by treating the wound, then as if he didn't think I existed.

 

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